Beyond the Pack’s Law: My stepsister or nobody else

Aiden’s POV

I walked into the building and almost instantly spotted Fiona waiting by an elevator. A smile spread across her face as our eyes locked. She raised her hand and waved me over.

Unlike the previous times I had seen her here, she was dressed casually-a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt-with her hair in a messy bun-hardly what you’d call professional for a meeting.

I kept a straight face, walked past the other people going about their business, and reached Fiona.

“I like the suit a bit too much, though.” She said that and pressed the elevator button.

“You think so?” I asked.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

I didn’t want to come off as desperate to show off; there was a large contrast between Fiona’s clothes and mine, which made me wonder if I should have gone for something simpler.

“Yeah, it’s going to be a hassle taking that off, you know.” She said that and shot me a flirty glance, and the elevator slid open.

We got in, my eyes watching as the floor number increased each time we went up.

Maybe the leader just had connections here; it would be hard to believe he owned the place.

The lift stopped, and we got off. Fiona casually led the way, and I followed behind her.

I couldn’t help but notice how this floor was so bare; there were cubicles for staff but no staff. It had an eerie silence to it as well; I could clearly hear the sound of the soles of our feet meeting the hard floor.

It fit the criteria for a good place to murder someone in plain sight, which was probably why they chose it. Too far up to jump out of a window and too big for you to escape from without getting caught.

We got to the office, and Fiona opened the door and extended a hand for me to go in.

I stepped into the office, and I could feel the eeriness double. At the center of the large room was a desk; everything gave off a luxury office vibe, but the desk, or rather, the person behind the desk, was what seemed so out of place.

There was a man at the desk, his back turned to me, facing the windows that gave an overview of the city.

I took a few steps closer and waited for a reaction. There was no way he didn’t hear me come in; the whole floor was silent, and he had probably even heard us the minute we got out of the elevator.

“Lucius, he’s here.” Fiona stepped into the room, closed the door behind her, and leaned against it.

Lucius? She had never said his name before. It was always “the boss” this or “the boss” that.

I looked from her to the man at the desk, unsure what to do.

“I know.” A deep voice said so he could talk. Nice to know.

“Then fucking turn around; don’t be rude to your guest.” Fiona said casually

For someone who called him her boss, she sure as hell was rude to him. Alphas weren’t exactly the type to take disrespect from their subordinates; I guess that was different between them, or maybe I had been right when I initially thought Fiona was probably sleeping with him.

“You could take a seat.” He said that and spun the chair around to face us.

I took a second to digest what he looked like-strong and arrogant. Perfect villain attributes.

I sat, but Fiona remained at the door, looking at her nails like she was just noticing their existence.

“You must be Aiden; Fiona’s told me a lot about you.” Lucius said this and extended his hand.

I shook him and nodded.

“So I’ve heard her version of you, but I’d still like to hear it straight from the source.” He leaned back into his chair and smiled. I could see his eyes from here, gray.

“What do you want to know?” I asked.

I figured the best way to keep my story straight without letting anything slip was to let people pick the questions themselves.

“Well, for one, why are you in Australia?” He asked

“I heard of your organization, and I thought we could form an alliance.” I replied

“Alliance?. Fiona tells me you’re willing to provide financial support for our cause; is that true?” He asked

“It is,” I answered.

“How wealthy would you describe yourself?”

“I have enough to get me whatever I want, whenever I want. I don’t really have a word for that.” I replied.

That answer was pushing the truth a bit too far. Yes, I wasn’t broke or mid-income, but wealthy. This trip alone would obviously have an effect on my dad’s bank account.

“Good.” He said this and smiled widely.

I looked back at Fiona, who was still fixed on her nails.

“Don’t pay any attention to her; she’s what you’d call an adult child.” He said this, calling my attention back to him.

“I can hear you,” Fiona said.

“I’m well aware that you are a little sister.” He said this in response.

Sister? I looked at his features more closely. They looked nothing alike; their hair, eyes, nose, or lips matched.

He must have read my mind, because he chuckled.

“You’re surprised?” He asked

“A bit.” I tried to sound nonchalant.

“Fiona’s like family to me.” He explained

I guess that answers the question of whether he was sleeping with her.

“Well, back to business. First off, I like you; you’re a young man who’s rich and ambitious, like me.” He started.

“You’re not nearly half as good-looking, though.” Fiona interrupted and snickered.

He acted like he hadn’t heard her and smiled.

“But I need to know where your heart lies.” He said

“What do you mean?” I asked

“Fiona told me what happened to your family-tragic, but we don’t run on pure revenge here. Rage can be blinding.” He said

I looked at him intently, wondering what he was getting at. Were they suspicious of me, or was I just starting to overthink?